Condemning the last glow of life, through the open wound that left behind everytime i opened my eyes its unavoidable: the first wind of purity of this world has never been equalized, like the only kiss the sea gives to the sun, it seems to be touched, but they never reach to each other. The birds that fly above the sea, across the sky, touch the air in its encounter.
Condemning the last glow of life, through the open wound that left behind everytime and all the time that i'm living, its unavoidable: to feel the emptiness of a lonely soul, i don't want to fight, i don't want to live, i don't need to pretend i'm fine, but i don't want to tell anybody anything.
I'm looking for the source of my life as well as for my end. I feel you, i want to reach to you. I'm searching you from where we all are. I see that a tree has an open hole. I enter in it and is a world inside. I see you are above the sky. I see you are high in the sky. I try to reach to you, i cilmb up but i think i will never get to you. You can't notice i'm trying hard to get to you. I will never get to you, i'm sorry. I'm sorry that i will never be there with you.
